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Chapter 9 by Tonyrolo Tonyrolo

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Always Secure Your Phone

Melanie sat at her desk at work the next day, barely able to concentrate on the report that was almost due. She knew she could transform at any time, in any way and without any warning in front of all of her colleagues, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't see what choice she had but to come into the office though, she wasn't going to quit her job and become a recluse until Mike stopped being a total dick.

Strangely though, nothing happened to her. It turned out to be just another fairly mundane day's work. Perhaps Mike had grown a conscience and realised how wrong it would be to fuck with her in the way he had initially intended to. Or maybe he enjoyed leaving her anticipating what might happen, aware he could strike at any time - possibly even while she was on the train home.

But Melanie found herself walking through her front door on two feet, looking exactly like she was supposed to. However, she was surprised and concerned to find her fiance waiting for her with his arms folded, ashen faced and wearing a guilty expression.

"Thank goodness you're okay Mel, you weren't answering your phone!"

"I usually have my phone in my bag when I travel. And why wouldn't I be okay? I'm just back at my normal time like usual"

"Sure, of course.." Mike was fidgeting nervously as he chose his words "Look, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but I seem to have mislaid my phone"

"You've WHAT?!!" Melanie exploded "What do you mean by mislaid?"

"I don't know, Mel. It will probably just turn up. But maybe I left it at work - though I went back to my desk and couldn't find it there. Worst case scenario it was stolen"

"And it's still got that fucking app on it?"

"Yeah, but even if someone else has the phone they might never even notice the TransfoMel app"

"Where is the icon?"

"Front page" Mike grimaced.

"Would the commands even work though? Didn't you put some rule in that only you can use the app?"

"I don't think so. As far as I understand it's just kind of pre-loaded with my commands and anyone can press the buttons"

"Jesus Christ, Mike!"

"I didn't think anyone else would get hold of my phone"

"Surely your mobile at least has a lock on it?"

"I never got round to that"

"You are fucking useless!" Melanie seethed "Well, you could give a command to override all of the commands on the app"

"I could but it might not do much. There is a button on there that reverses all of my commands, and an option to reactivate everything on the app if it gets disabled for any reason"

"For fucks sake Mike, why did you have to make it so robust? Didn't you even consider it could end up in someone else's hands?"

"It pretty much designed itself based on a fairly loose command I gave it. I mean, you were there when I did it!" the beleaguered master attempted to excuse himself "What I can do is reverse anything the app does to you manually myself"

"And what if you aren't there when it happens?"

Mike met that rhetorical question with a shamefaced silence.

"So basically, some random stranger, and I would have no idea who it is, could be watching me twenty four seven and do basically anything they want to me at any time? Fuck, Mike!!!"

"Don't worry too much about it Mel. I only warned you as a precaution. Most likely my phone will turn up down the back of the couch and it will all be fine. If someone else had it they would probably have done something by now"

At that point there was a judder in the room, almost as if someone had been watching and waiting to time their first move perfectly for maximum dramatic effect. Melanie's clothes flew away from her, as if suddenly propelled by a violent **** emanating from her body. That was a pretty clever trick which Mike certainly hadn't thought of himself. She then collapsed in shock to the floor as her legs fused, folded and transformed into a fish's tail while her breasts once again inflated to porn star proportions.

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Mike looked down in awe at the MerMel on the living room rug in front of him. Whoever had done this at least had great taste. And Mel's transformations being carried out so unpredictably by a mystery outsider was pretty hot, in its own way.

"You're going to have to find a way to get your phone back immediately, and then delete that fucking app forever" Melanie ordered. She may have been **** to play along with direct commands from her partner, but she didn't have to pretend to like this.

Mike was barely listening, still mesmerised by the unexpected sight of his fiance as a big-titted mermaid.

"Mike, you are going to reverse this now, Right?.....Mike?"

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